Pusintin could only watch his son hurtle through the timber until he was lost to sight and then he turned to look back at his brother.
"You'll die for that!" Pusintin screamed.
Martin turned his eyes on his brother. "He will live for now… unlike you!"
"You going to fight us all brother!" Pusintin snarled out. "You going to fight us with your puny spear! I have hundreds of men closing on this position right now! I'll win! And I'll have that elf bitch howling beneath me just like I did before!" He shouted. "You should have heard her begging me to fuck her harder! It was hysterical!"
Martin hefted his Nehtes. "I'm not going to fight you with this brother." He said calmly. "And the one thing you never understood from all of father's lessons to you, the one thing that you never grasped… Spartans never fight alone!"
